I need some poetic interpretation.

[NaturaLCalamity]

I really don't get this song, and it's been bothering me. And it'll also be nice of you can post some lines from songs or poems that you just can't figure out yourself. So here's mine. You don't have to explain every line, but maybe what the whole thing really means or what the author is trying to say. This song is frustrating me!

Part 1:

I'm fearless
Now hear this
I'm earless
And I'm peer-less
That means I'm eyeless
Which means I'm tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is
Which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find it, I can feel it's nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer
But I remember I'm not a listener or a seer, so my windshield smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this, clearly cause my blindness
The windshield is minstrel, the whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere. Yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him here
And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies, given to the mother of the deceased.
Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace

Part 2:

And I'm mouthless
Which means I'm soundless
Now as far as the hearing, I've found it
It was as far as the distance from an earring to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in a Lear
She's fine and she's flyin, I feel I'm flying by 'em 'cause my mind's on cloud nine and in her mind at the same time
Pimp C the wings on the underground king
Who's also Klingon
To infinity and beyond
Something really stinks, but I Spinks like Leon
Or lying in the desert
I'm flying on Pegasus you're flying on the pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers, spit hot fire like Dylon on Chappelle's skit
Yeah, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn

Part 3:

And I'm brainless
Which means I'm headless
Like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplay-less sex is
Which makes me stainless
With no neck left to hang the chain with
Which makes me necklace-less
Like a necklace theft
And I ain't used my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest 'bout the best, fair F-F-jet in the nest
Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues
My snorkle is a tuba, Lu the ruler around these seas
Westside Poseidon, Westside beside 'em, chest high and rising
Almost touching the knees of stewardess and the pilot
Lucky they make you flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves
David Blaine
Make it rain
You Make a boat
I make a plane
Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again...

[McQ]

Two words: Acid Trip! LOL!

[Thom Phelps]

Ahhh, the poetry of word-associated rap to wrap our heads around. Stream of consciousness. Steamy nonsenseness. Visual cues and verbal clues that queue up before the dj can screw up.

I don't think it takes much interpretation. Stream of consciousness is just that. 'Nuff said.

[curiosityandthecat]

Sometimes "this sounds good" is more important than "this makes sense."

Ask James Joyce.

[Kylyssa]

I sometimes write songs or poems similar to that and I call them "tone poems" which, to me, means they are all about sound and feeling.  If they create a sound that pleases (or intrigues or disturbs) the ear they are doing their job.

I once actually succeeded in writing one which not only fits my definition of tone poem, it also makes sense.

[Kylyssa]

Some of it makes sense though, aside from the metaphors for being unable to see the truth.

I'm fearless
Now hear this
I'm earless
And I'm peer-less
That means I'm eyeless > a fun pun as peerless usually means without peer but to peer at something is also to see something.
Which means I'm tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is
Which means I'm blinded
But I'mma find it, I can feel it's nearness
But I'mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer
But I remember I'm not a listener or a seer, so my windshield smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this, clearly cause my blindness
The windshield is minstrel, the whole grill is roadkill, so trill and so sincere. Yeah, I'm both them there
Took both pills, when a bloke in a trench coat and the locs in the chair had approached him here > to me, this is a reference to "The Matrix" and instead of choosing the red pill or the blue pill, he took both thus living in both fantasy and reality at the same time.
And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who supplier of the notes to the living
Riveting is rosy, pockets full of posies, >a phrase used in a children's rhyme which refers to the posies  people carried in a vain attempt to ward off the Black Death. given to the mother of the deceased.
Awaken at war, 'til I'm restin' in peace >suggests to me that every moment he is awake he is unsettled and will be until he dies.